The Pub on that Essex Road By Lydia Terry There's a pub down an Essex road. The neighbours hate, but it's the punters abode. Bar maids with love and jokes to share. With loving punter's but'll push it as far as they dare. A pub that if you go in, your tied to it for life. No matter the day, the anger or the strife. There's a pub on an Essex Street. Where swearing and cursing you'll meet. Some walks ins will be disgusted and never come back. But in this pub jokes are no personal attack. You'll rarely not hear people laughing and singing. Welcome in, smiles everyone is bringing. There's a marine, a scaffolder and a fisherman. Three different folks, but in this pub no one gives a damn. Doors always open, a smile always waiting. A happy atmosphere, that's elevating. There's a roofer, a architect and a bookie. Leave a horse racing master, come in a rookie. They'll complain about music ty
University is Not For Everyone For almost a year now the joke has been Lydia didn't last a week at University. However, sometimes it still hurts, why? Because, the short time I was there was simply painful and distressing and coming home wasn't any easier. However, I knew what I wanted and where I didn't belong and that's what drew me back home. Why did I got to University in the first place? I went to University because to me there was two options: know what you are going to do and pursue it through University or Apprenticeship, or don't know what you want to do and follow an interest to University. However, what happens when none of the above appear an option? I applied to University with the simple mind set of there is no harm in applying which I still feel is a good idea for everyone. So I applied and picked course I had an interest in. After applying I had convinced myself I had a plan, I convinced myself this is what I wanted and I convinced myself t